JACK: Las Vegas Bad Boys (19 page)

"Everly," he growls. "I'm claiming you as mine, right here, right now."

SILAS

I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm.

In exchange, I'll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck.

But d*mn, Everly's more than I bargained for and I don't think she has any idea what it means to be mine. Hell, I wanted a wife, but I'm not sure I know how to live with a woman.

EVERLY

Did I expect to be a mail-order bride at twenty-two? No. But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse. The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans.

I'm crossing my fingers he's everything I signed up for.

But I may be a little over my head. Mostly because I'm marrying a stranger and also because I've never dated. Period.

Clearly I have no clue how to be a wife ... but it's too late to back out now.

*WARNING:
This story features a mountain man who knows exactly what he wants. And how he wants it. Don't one-click if you want a tame mail order bride story ... this is a classic Frankie Love romance ... steamy as hell with a HEA.